𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 .
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𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 .
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𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 & 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 , 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 .

he remembers being fourteen & thinking girls wouldn’t want to touch him even with a ten—foot pole . slouched , with tear—tainted eyes & the dark , purple shadows beneath his eyes . not much has changed since then , now that he thinks about it , but she’s here . & she’s ( + )

nikki’s eyes stay on the camera , for a second too long . her gaze lifted back to xena , soft and almost empty . “ okay !! “ a huge smile on her lips appears , her fingers softly curl at her sides . “ did the picture come out nice ? i hope sooooo! “

he looks up , because there’s things inside connor’s head that convinced him the world is against his existence——that everything & everyone is up to get him——& a certain wrath raised through his eyes , shrinking & shrinking in place , like a stain . “ why are you ( + )

you aren’t ?——that’s good . i’m so glad . not sure what i would do with myself if you were .

oh … i’m so so sorry . didn’t meant to make you feel that way——i was so stupid , please forgive me . this is so embarrassing …

cafeteria blues , isolated by choice . the staring happens all the time , every time——still , it doesn’t get any easier .

did i … weirded you out ?——when i waited outside your place ?


he’s never liked the sun . it’s harsh on his flesh , tiny daggers into the dirt—filled pores . biting & digging into the stark—white . but he tries to be different now & then , tries to pretend he’s more than whatever lives inside of his head , beneath the rock—hard ( + )








